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Posts Tagged ‘writing’
Peter Chimaera Strikes Again – DOOM: Repercussions of Evil and Quarter Life: Halfway to Destruction
Posted in Micro Fiction, Short Story, Video Games, tagged doom, funny, halflife, hilarious, horrible, peter chimaera, writer, writing on February 26, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Journal: Writing Projects Take Over
Posted in Comics, For Sale, Freelancing, Future, Micro Fiction, Novel, Short Story, Tax, Thoughts, Video Games, tagged Ascendant, comic books, dreams, For Sale, freelance, graphic novels, perfection, projects, reviewing video games, sale, video game reviews, Video Games, writing on January 27, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
It’s been awhile since I’ve done anything with my WordPress blog. I’ve been so busy lately that my time on the computer is really only limited to working on projects and responding to email. I haven’t even gotten around to doing some of the things I’ve been meaning to do.Freelance Work
On Monday, I purchased the [...]
Journal: Perfectionist Writer Alert!
Posted in Freelancing, Journalism, Thoughts, tagged agent, article, compulsion, editor, Freelancing, journal, lyrics, Novel, obsessive, obsessive compulsive, perfection, story, writing on January 21, 2008 | 3 Comments »
There’s something about editing that I both love and hate. I guess all writers feel this way. It doesn’t help that I’m a perfectionist… to the point that it’s probably unhealthy.Whenever I finish writing something, be it a manuscript, lyric, or article, I always feel a burning need to re-read it. I’m ego-centric, I admit, [...]
Reacquiring the Center
Posted in Micro Fiction, Short Story, Thoughts, tagged beauty, center, moonlight, return, writing on January 13, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I stood at the edge of the clearing, my eyes focusing in the darkness. Above, the moon hung in the sky, giving off her light, letting her soft fingers caress the canopy of leaves above me. Trees circled the field, covering anything beyond it’s impenetrable darkness. And she stood there, in the center of the [...]





